This winter’s snow was still MIA at the end of the 2015 season. It meant that on December 12, 
the fields were still clear of the white bliss. Nature had nonetheless followed its course and herbs had taken their yellowish color. I thought this could be ideal as a look of loneliness and desertion. So I looked for a place that could reflect this and I remembered an abandoned building that I saw in the area of St-Jacques-le-minor.
The weather was a little cloudy and it seemed promising for a colorful sunset. Not knowing how the land would be around this building, I decided to bring my work boots, just in case. I walked the muddy trail to reach the building and I began to make photos. One thing lead to an other while making my photo: I observed the scene and composed in different ways. I noticed the
tower and told myself that I had to find a way to make it interesting. I went around the building but the grasses and trees were blocking me a little. So I took the option of the field… Of course, given the period of the season, the snow was more liquid and… the fields were soaked.
I positioned myself near the tower to fit in my 
viewfinder. It seemed quite interesting that way but I was still hungry for more. I wanted to have something “different”. I walked under the tower. It had vines that were rolled around the structure. But it was the checkered patterns that I found interesting. After a few minutes of positioning and a growing sore neck, I managed to frame the picture to my taste.
Did I mention that the fields were “slightly” soaked… After long minutes of walking in them, I had the impression of walking with deep-sea diving boots: no less than 3 to 4 inches of mud was stuck under my soles! Back on the ground in front of the building, I started my cleaning job. My tripod had taken its tole of the sticky stuff. Needless to say that cleaning was quite rudimentary
and I continue the work at home. Luckily I had a plastic bag in the car to put my boots…
